Page 25 of Vow of Revenge
“You didn’t do too badly either. Don’t you remember? You were wet from the minute we met, and you came so many times your voice is husky today. Just for the record…” I folded my arms. “I don’t have any kids.” Why I felt the need to clarify that fact was alarming, but it was out there, no sucking it back in.
A blush of pink warmed her cheeks, and her mouth parted to let out a sigh. “I was off my head. We should’ve used a condom. That will never happen again - I mean, with the next guy,” she stammered.
An untameable desire sparked in my core. It was heating me from the inside out like hot lava warming my soul. I convinced myself the heightened endorphins and sensations of euphoria I experienced last night were a side effect of the ecstasy pill, but right that very second, I was being sucked into a forcefield and pulled down into her deadly quicksand.
Is that what happened to my father? Did he meet the deadliest woman of all? Or, have I stumbled across her, sailing precariously close to temptation?
Heat wrapped my body like a vexatious snake. It was time to leave, before I did something I regretted. “Thanks for taking care of the residual issues,” I said flatly.
“Residual! That’s rich Kaleb, your cum is still inside me. It’ll probably take a few days for that stuff to slide out. How about you – are you clean?”
“One hundred percent. I’ve never had unprotected sex. Plus, I get checked every few months,” I quickly replied.
Her brows scrunched together. “So why didn’t you use any last night?”
I didn’t have an answer for that. There was no comprehensible reason for my irrational actions, other than a drug rush. “You weren’t the only one who was off their head. It was irresponsible.” I stepped back purposefully tugging myself free from her spell before I choked. “It’s a good idea to use a condom the next time you fuck someone else - make it a priority.” I clarified the position.
Her gaze trailed down my body, settling on the hardness throbbing against the fabric of my jeans. She could see what I was thinking, I could’ve sworn it.
“I’ll do that,” she said in a faint whisper. The lust thickening her voice charged up my black heart with volts, kick starting a weird longing in the back of my mind.
I instantly turned away and caught sight of a framed picture hanging on the otherwise stark wall. It was photograph of a 1963 red Ferrari sitting on a gravelled path.
“The car?” I asked glancing back at her. “Why that one?”
An odd look flashed on her face. “It has private sentiment attached to it.”
I let out a sigh, slid my hands into my pockets and walked away from her. I jogged down the stairs, out the door and into the fresh crisp air, without looking back. Climbing inside the back of my town car, I willed as much self-control as I could muster. Why the hell was I so fucking buzzed and horny like a damn dog in heat? Was it the idea of my cum buried deep inside her, or because she vibrated with pure sex? Either way, I could barely breathe.
Perhaps I wasn’t finished with her yet. I glared out at the ugly apartment block where I’d just left and held back the urge to punch the blacked-out window that tinted the building’s exterior. Maybe Freya Beaumont would be the perfect sacrifice to honour my father’s betrayal.
Throwing my head back to the leather, I closed my eyes and pictured the blood. My father’s blood.
This would be my final vow of revenge.
I would destroy Freya Beaumont and crush her heart until it stops beating.
16 years ago
Today is my baby girl’s birthday. I asked the staff if Damien was due back today. Usually they keep track of his plans to make sure they have meals prepared and the rooms ready. The housekeeper told me he wasn’t due back until the next morning. He was attending one of his monthly meetings. Sometimes they were held in the manor house, but this time it was being held somewhere else. I took the opportunity to pack a bag with food from the kitchen. Sandra, the head chef, gave me a fruit loaf as a birthday cake.
My baby looked so grown up. She’s so innocent and kind. Even though I’m not around for her, she still welcomes me with love and hugs. My heart nearly exploded when I saw her pretty, sweet face. She loved the cake, and I let her have two large slices. I gave the rest to the neighbour for letting Freya stay with her. I hope Freya remembers her birthday, that I was there with her.
Damien gave me a few hundred pounds last week. Apparently, I’d been a good girl when his guests were in the house. He rewarded me with money because I did exactly what was asked. I knew better than to argue.
Tonight, I returned to hell in the cloak of darkness only to find the fire lit in the study. The tell-tale blaze announced his early return before Sandra even opened her mouth to warn me.
I didn’t seek permission to leave because I thought he would be away all night. He was angry. That word is an understatement for his temper. On the outside, he always gave the impression of calmness. It was the pain he inflicted that gave away his true emotions.
I want to forget his torture…. but hopefully if I write it all down then it will feel like an imaginary horror story instead of my reality.
Sometimes, when he’s working, I sit among his precious vintage car collection in the big barn. It’s the only place I find solace and peace. I dream of starting the engine and driving away from here, away from pain and fear.
Tonight, I faced his wrath.
His breathing heavy. Pleasure or anger? At that point I couldn’t tell.
Wrists bound tightly, then ankles.
